Dry up, child. Stop that nonsesne.
Can't you see?
The vultures are waiting.
No, they are wanting.
Waiting.
Wanting.
[Just a minute's time, please.]
The time's already come.
Do you even remember why?
Do you even know your name?
[Yes, my name, I know my name.]
What were you thinking?
That love
is a story,
and life
is a...
game?
[No, it's pain.
It's always pain.]
What's that you say?
I could not hear. I could not fathom.
I could not know.
I'll just turn my head.
Look the other direction, quickly, look!
[I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.]
What's that you say?
A contest entry
- I want it raw by Travel Notes.
600 points, ended September 14, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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